papers in your husband's possession that would lead you to such a belief?"
"I have not tried to discover any," I said.
"Will you do so?"
I promised that I would, but begged him not to wait for any possible discoveries on my part before he began proceedings in the matter.
"You have not told me everything, Mrs. Ravener." Mr. Rickaby said this with such an air of certainty that I was dumfounded. He had not removed his eyes from my face during the progress of my story, or during the time he had interrogated me.
"I have told you all—all I—I can tell you," I said in a low tone, averting my head. Still those eagle eyes were rivetted upon me. They seemed to burn into my soul. I was disconcerted and rose hastily.
"Do not stare at me so," I said angrily, walking to the window.
"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Ravener," he remarked quietly, "I am sorry to annoy you. Sit down." I sat down. "You know," playing musingly with a paper knife, "I often have cus-
